I am feeling very reflective tonight.  What is there to reflect on you ask?  Nothing.  Just images that come and go, and scenes that keep repeating in my head.  Like lips on lips.  Skin on skin. 

When is anything final?  When is anything said and done?  Never.  The world keeps turning, the world keeps changing.  Thoughts keep running around and around.  Don't blink.  Don't move.  Don't speak.  Just watch.  You'll see.  You'll know.  You'll change.  Like the warm liquid that flows through my veins, constant.  Pieces of you stay with me wherever I go.  And I feel...